Here’s A Quarter…
I feel badly for Beth sometimes. She loooves to talk on the phone. Loves, loves, loves it. Me, I hate it. The only thing worse than having the phone ring is being on it already when another call beeps through on call-waiting. So I feel badly for her because our telephone conversations are, well, nothing to call home about.
Here’s a transcript of one of our recent calls from my end:
Ring!
Hello? Hey.
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Yeah.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Okay
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No.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Yeah, I know.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Ha ha ha.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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All right, bye. Love y–
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Okay, I’ll talk to y–
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Okay.
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All right, by–
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Okay.
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Okay.
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Bye.
Hang up.
I honestly wonder sometimes why she married me … and why she keeps calling.